Monday, March 31, 2014

Emma Blackwood was the epitome of ordinary. Lived in a small town, was good in school and loved to hang out with her friends. Wanting to escape the small town life, she headed to college in a big town. The only thing, as soon as college life was over, it was back to the same old thing. Normal.

After a drunken evening out with her best friend, Kyle, Emma meets a mysterious man. One small touch of his hand made her feel things that she’s never experienced before. That moment changed everything for Emma. ‘Normal’ was never going to be a word to describe her ever again.

Micah Oliver didn’t grow up in a normal world. His mother, a witch, had passed on her powers to him. He had a gift, one that could sense when others, like him, were near. Finding Emma was supposed to be a blessing for him, someone that would understand his way of life. Or was it? Emma doesn’t know her past, or her future and Micah has the answers, but there is one problem.He has a Dark Secret

Happy Release Day to Come Away With Me by Ruth Cardello!! I have read the first 3 books of her Legacy collection and LOVED them, and after reading the excerpt for this one, I can't wait to read it!!

Synopsis

Gio Andrade:

Rich, powerful, sexy. A man who thinks he has everything . . . until he meets Julia.

Julia Bennett:

Sweet, spontaneous, and desperate to sell her jewelry line in New York City. She takes a job as a night security guard to pay the rent.

Sparks fly when she mistakes her boss for an intruder.

He can’t get her out of his head. She can’t find the strength to deny him.

Will lies bring them together or tear them apart forever?

Exclusive excerpt for the tour:

“Good morning, Julia,” Gio said, his voice warm and intimate.

She sat straight up in her bed and dropped the card. “Mr. Andrade.”

“We’re way beyond using last names and you know that.”

Protectively pulling down her nightgown to cover her knees, Julia said huskily, “About that. Thank you for the flowers, but—”

“Did I wake you?”

“No, the delivery did that,” she said, then felt bad that she sounded ungrateful. This wasn’t going as she’d planned.

“So, you’re not on your bed? I have an image in my head of you there, surrounded by those roses.”

The heat from a blush spread up Julia’s chest and warmed her cheeks. She knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help herself. She said, “I am on my bed.” Then she hastily added, “But only because it doubles as my couch.”

He groaned. “I refuse to sink low enough to ask you what you’re wearing, but if you want to describe it I won’t stop you.”

There was something irresistibly tempting about doing just that. Was it the knowledge that in that moment she had the same power over him that he had over her? The sense that he was fighting this as much as she was?

It proved too heady to resist. “I’m still in my nightgown.”

He let out a long breath. “If I were there it wouldn’t be on you for long. Take it off, Julia. For me.”

Her first response was to laugh and refuse, but his softly spoken order echoed through her and her body started humming with need for him. As she gave into it, it became impossible to deny him anything. She slid the nightgown over her head and lay back, fully naked on her bed. “It’s off,” she whispered.

The pained sound he made had her dripping wet and closing her eyes, imagining him there with her.

“Lick your thumb. Lick it, then circle one of your nipples. Imagine my tongue there. I wouldn’t be able to keep my mouth off you. What would you want me to do to them?”

What would have felt ridiculous with anyone else was somehow right with Gio. She did as he asked, gasped as the cold air tightened and puckered her nipple with pleasure. She imagined that her hand was his mouth. Her fingers were his teeth. She pinched herself lightly and moaned. “I’d want you to use your teeth gently. Like you did in your office. Tugging. Teasing. Oh, God, this is crazy.”

“You’re killing me, but don’t stop, Julia. I’m here with you. Right here. What would you want me to do? What do you like?”

She ran her hand up her neck and pushed her hair aside. “I love the feel of your hot breath on my neck, the feel of your lips claiming where I’m vulnerable.”

“I’ll remember that. I’ll start there and kiss my way down, slowly. I’ll kiss the curve of your waist, the silk of your thighs. I’ll want to dive into you, but I’ll make you wait until you’re writhing and begging for me to taste you.”

That would not take long, Julia almost said aloud.

“Are you wet for me, Julia?”

“Yes,” she said, giving herself to him fully in the safety of the situation. Her hand sought her own juices and she began to rub herself. “Oh, God, I am so wet.”

“Do you have a vibrator?” he asked and her hand froze.

I can’t tell him.

She did have one, but it was her guilty secret. One that she hadn’t even shared with her ex-boyfriend, even after sleeping with him.

“You do, don’t you? Are you shy about it? Sex is a natural part of life, Julia. There is nothing shameful about knowing how to please yourself. In fact, I want you more now. I want to watch you make yourself come. I want to lie next to you, caressing you as you bring yourself to climax. But for now, let me hear it. Take yourself to where we both want to go.”

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Author Bio: Ruth Cardello

NY Times and USA TODAY Bestselling Author of the Legacy Collection and the Texan Nights Series. Ruth Cardello lives on a small farm in Northern Rhode Island with her husband, three kids, three dogs, two horses, and some assorted chickens. If there is a happier place on Earth, she hasn't found it.

If you'd like to email her directly, you may contact her at Minouri@aol.com

Other books by Ruth Cardello

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Book 1: Maid for the Billionaire (Legacy Collection)

Dominic Corisi knew instantly that Abigail Dartley was just the distraction he was looking for, especially since having her took a bit more persuading than he was used to. So when business forces him to fly to China, he decides to take her with him, but on his terms. No promises. No complications. Just sex.

Abby has always been the responsible one. She doesn't believe in taking risks; especially when it comes to men - until she meets Dominic. He's both infuriating and intoxicating, a heady combination. Their trip to China revives a long forgotten side of Abby, but also reveals a threat to bring down Dominic's company. With no time to explain her actions, Abby must either influence the outcome of his latest venture and save his company or accept her role as his mistress and leave his fate to chance. Does she love him enough to risk losing him for good?

Nicole Corisi will lose her inheritance if she doesn't find a way around the terms of her father's will, but she will have to partner up with her estranged brother's rival to do it. As pretense becomes painfully real, Nicole will have to choose between Stephan and the family he is driven to destroy.

Stephan Andrade has been planning his revenge ever since Dominic Corisi unscrupulously took over his father's company. With Corisi Enterprises gambling its reputation on the success of a new software network for China, Stephan finally has his chance to take back his legacy. Dominic's younger sister, Nicole, asks Stephan for his help and provides him with an opportunity to exact his revenge on a personal level.

It all goes smoothly until he falls in love.

Book 3: Bedding The Billionaire (Legacy Collection)

Lil Dartley's life is upside down. Her previously steadfast and predictable sister is marrying an influential billionaire and needs help planning the wedding of the century in less than a month. Years of middle class rebellion have not prepared Lil for handling diplomats or paparazzi.

Jake Walton knows a train wreck when he sees one. Lil was trouble from the first day he met her, but since her sister is marrying his best friend, he has no choice but to help her or this wedding will be in the news for all the wrong reasons. Teaching Lil how to fit into high society would be a whole lot easier if she didn't drive him insane both in and out of the bedroom

Book 4: Saving The Sheikh (Legacy Collection)

Rachid bin Amir al Hantan is fighting for the sovereignty of his small country. He needs to find some powerful allies - and fast. Attending the wedding of Dominic Corisi is as much about reconnecting with old friends as it is about celebrating nuptials. The last thing he needs right now is the distraction of a woman.

Zhang Yajun is a self-made billionaire who can’t believe she accepted her friend’s dare to kiss Sheikh Rachid before the end of the wedding.

When impulsive words lead to even more impulsive actions, these two will discover that sometimes the last thing you were looking for is the one thing that can save you.

Book 5: Rise Of The Billionaire (Legacy Collection)

Dreaming of Alethea gave Jeremy Kater the strength to survive a difficult childhood. Now that he has influential friends who owe him some big favors, he’s determined to become the kind of man Alethea would be interested in: rich and dangerous. Jeisa Borreto was hired to help Jeremy morph into that man. It’s a job she would enjoy, if it weren’t tearing her heart to pieces.

How can she help him change once she’s realized she’s fallen in love with the man he’s always been?

Alethea is at a crossroad. For as long as she could remember, it was her and her best friend, Lil, against the world. Now that Lil has met Prince "I have my own helicopter" Charming and reconnected with her family, Alethea is on the outside looking in, justifying who she's always been to people who have never understood her. When she uncovers a looming threat to Lil's family, she's determined to save them, even after they tell her not to get involved and assign their best man to stop her

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Marc Stone has been watching Alethea ever since she waltzed through his security system and right into his late night fantasies. As a decorated Marine, he's seen war, but nothing could prepare him for this wild redhead. Strong. Beautiful. Flawed, and fiercely protective. Hard to love, and impossible to deny.

If she'll stop fighting him long enough, he'll show her just how perfect they are for each other. That is, if she doesn't get them both killed first.

Happy Release Day to Celestra Forever After by Addison Moore!! Read an excerpt and be sure to enter the giveaway at the bottom!!

Title: Celestra Forever After

Author: Addison Moore

Publication Date: March 31, 2014

Summary: New Adult Paranormal Romance 17+ (A brand new series. You do not have to have read the Celestra Series to read this series). 18 year-old Skyla Messenger has it all. She's the overseer of all 5 angelic factions, a freshman at Host University, and she has the boy of her dreams by her side. When a horrible truth is discovered, it changes the landscape of everything she thought she knew. Skyla enters into a covenant with wickedness that has the potential to alter the destiny of both the Nephilim and humankind forever. Nothing is as it seems. Just when she thought it was over,she discoversit hasn't even begun.

I clock him in the jaw, and he
falls back on that pile of horseshit he’s been shoveling.

“Well look at that.” I soak in
the sight. “Maybe you do have a problem.”

About the Author:

Addison Moore is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who writes contemporary and paranormal romance. Her work has been featured in Cosmopolitan magazine. Previously she worked for nearly a decade as a therapist on a locked psychiatric unit. She resides with her husband, four wonderful children, and two dogs on the West Coast where she eats too much chocolate and stays up way too late. When she's not writing, she's reading.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

We are so excited to share the cover of Entice by Rachel Van Dyken with you guys today!! Here you go...

Synopsis:

From #1 New York Times Bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken comes the third
book in the bestselling Eagle Elite Series...

“As burns this saint, so burns my soul. I enter alive, and I will have to
get out dead.”

Chase Winter let the love of his life slip through his fingers and into the
hands of his best friend and mafia boss of the Abandanato family. Now that he's
been given a second chance to right a wrong--he refuses to let his own
selfishness stand in the way. The only problem? He's not fully in possession of
his heart, so when Mil De Lange, the girl who's innocence he stole, and heir to
the worst of the worst mafia families in the US, asks him for a favor. He
actually says yes, not realizing that that one yes has the power to destroy
them all.

Mil's been in love with Chase as long as she can remember, but as the years
went by, the love turned to hate, and now that he's agreed to help her, she's
wondering if she made a fatal error. Because Chase isn't a teenager anymore.
He's a hot blooded male, bent on owning every part of her body and soul, and
willing to kill anyone in his path who dares stand in the way.

It's time for secrets to finally be revealed...but make no mistake, it's
going to take a lot of bloodshed for those truths to be discovered.

You've never read a New Adult Mafia story like this before...loyalties will
be tested, lovers reunited, and friendships obliterated. Welcome to the Family.
Blood in--No out.

EXCERPT:

Nixon

I checked the time on my cell and leaned against the wall. The desert heat
was not in any way helping my already-tense mood and irritated disposition. A
guy walked by, flicking his cigarette into the dirt. Note to self: you know
you're tense as hell when you’re halfway tempted to grab said cigarette and
suck the nicotine dry from the remains.

And I didn’t even smoke.

Shhhit.

My head hurt, my muscles were sore, and Trace was pissed. I closed my eyes
and leaned back against the building.

“Hey there.” A flirty voice interrupted my self-inflicted torture session.
I opened one eye, then two. A blond-haired girl in six-inch heels and something
I can only assume at one point use to be a shirt, hanging over her shoulder,
walked into my personal space. Her shirt-dress thing barely met her thighs.

“Yes?” I kept my sunglasses on. If I took them off and glared, she’d
probably run screaming down the street, and I wasn’t into scaring females… at
least not in that way. I knew I looked downright pissed as hell.

“Just thought you looked lonely.” She lifted her shoulder and offered a
teasing smile. Did that really work on other guys?

“You thought wrong,” I said simply. “I’m holding the wall up — like Samson.”

“Any what?” She ran a manicured nail down my chest, biting down on her lip
at the same time. I could only imagine her point was to get me to stare at her
lips, but all I felt was irritation. Damn Chase and Mil. I just wanted to go to
bed, but I needed to talk with him before tomorrow.

“Sex.” My voice clipped. “I. Don’t. Want. Any.”

“But—” She twirled a piece of
blond- hair in her fingers.

“I’m gay.”

“Right.” She snorted.

“I’m into men.”

“Oh really?” She closed the distance between us. Just as I was ready to
seriously put my hands on her and push, I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder.

“Hey there, hot stuff.” Tex said in a low voice as his hand grabbed my ass,
cupping it with a little too much enthusiasm. “You ready?”

I ground my teeth together and forced a smile. “Yup.”

“Oh…” The girl stepped back. “Um, sorry, you guys, uh, enjoy your night.”
She pushed past Tex so fast I was afraid she was going to teeter off her heels
and get hit by a taxi.

“Tex.” I seethed.

“Hmm?” He took off his sunglasses and tilted his head as the girl hurried
away.

“You can take your hand off my ass now.”

“Why? Afraid you like it too much?”

I pushed against him.

“Just embrace your feelings!” He shouted, earning the attention of a family
walking by with their two little kids.

I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and threw him few feet away from
me, trying my damnedest not to smile.

“Admit it. You keep me around for comic relief.” Tex nodded with a smirk.

“I admit nothing.” I lost the war against smiling and started laughing.
“But I do keep your ass away from Campisi, so remember that next time you start
yelling about me being your lover.”

“True.” Tex grinned. “Oh, and P.S., don’t knock it till you try it.”

“P.S.,” I repeated in the same voice. “Still pissed at you for screwing
over my sister.”

“Yeah well.” Tex sobered. “It’s for the best.”

“Breaking her heart and bringing in whores is what’s best for her?”

Tex lifted his hands into the air. “Look, I didn’t say my methods were
sound or that they were intelligent, just let us deal with it, okay? We’re big
kids.”

“Kids.” I snorted. “That about sums it up.”

A town car pulled up next to the curb. Chase got out and then held out his
hand to Mil. My eyes narrowed; she looked different. Happier.

Her mom had just died, and she'd survived a bombing.

And she was smiling like the Taliban had just declared world peace.

Chase gripped her so tight that I saw the white of his knuckles.

I tilted my head, still watching them when Tex said. “Dude, you get laid?”

“Tex,” I snapped. “Go get something for their luggage.”

“But—”

“Go.”

Tex flipped me off, but ended up jogging over to the main entrance while I
inspected both Mil and Chase. “I’m not saying this to be an ass—”

“Here we go.” Mil crossed her arms.

Chase waited.

I licked my lips and tried to appear indifferent. “But if you guys start
screwing each other now, I may have to shoot one or
both of you. It’s not the time to play house, got it?”

“Play house,” Chase repeated in a deadpan voice as he dipped his free hand
into his back pocket, most likely clenching a pair of brass knuckles.

“I know it’s your honeymoon,” I continued. “But this [P1]little scenario
you’ve got going on with the whole hot and cold is going to have to wait until
everyone’s safe. So Chase, keep it in your pants for once in your life, and
Mil, stop trying to seduce the poor kid, alright? It’s like dangling a damn fry
in front of a seagull.”

“Who’s a fry?” Tex asked, pulling the luggage cart with him.

“Mil.”

“Are we eating dinner or something? Because I have to admit,” Tex leaned
against the cart, “I’m freaking starving.” He eyed Chase and Mil. “Then again,
I’m sure you both are too. All those extracurricular really take it out of ya.”

Chase took off his sunglasses, his face twisting in irritation and annoyance,
no smile. Nothing. He was pissed.

“Chase,” I said slowly. “You know I’m right. You’re the best I have. I need
your focus to be on The Family. Your family. Then you can screw all you want,
okay?”

Mil looked like she wanted to punch me in the face. Chase took a step
forward, but she stopped him.

“Good talk.” I exhaled. “Chase, I’ll see you down in the bar in a
half-hour, okay? We have business to discuss. Mil, you can go find the girls.
They’re having dinner out by the pool.”

Nobody moved.

After a few seconds of tense silence where I was pretty sure Chase was
trying to convince himself not to strangle me to death, Tex cleared his throat
and pointed to the luggage. “You guys need help, then?”

“Yeah,” Chase croaked. “Thanks.”

We loaded them up and sent them on their way.

“Tell me,” Tex asked once we were walking back toward the bar. “Is your
only goal to see how far you can push Chase before he kills you in your sleep?”

About Rachel Van Dyken:

Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor. She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at www.rachelvandykenauthor.com

Friday, March 28, 2014

My name is Monica. I'm a singer born and raised in Los
Angeles. I've stopped dating. When I cut a record, or win a Grammy, maybe then
I'll be with someone, but every man in my past has done everything he could to
make me submit myself to him, and it's gotten in the way of my career. I won't
do it again. But there's Jonathan. He owns the high-rise hotel where I work,
and he is gorgeous and charming. I refuse to fall in love with him, even though
when he asks me to submit to him, I want nothing more.

Tease

When Jonathan was gone I couldn't stop thinking about him,
and the first thing he did when he got back was demand more of me. I'm willing
to give him my body and my time, but I find myself giving up pieces of my
heart. My career is on track, and even though I can't write a thing, I can
sing. So I'll go to the art opening with him, because his ex wife will be
there. I feel this need to protect him from hurt, though in bed, his domination
brings me to my knees. This man is going to break me into a million little
pieces.

Submit

"You're mine. The minute I told you to spread your legs
and you did it, you were mine. When I told you to beg for it and you did, you
were mine. When you put your hands behind your back without being told, I owned
you. You never had to say a word. You are a natural submissive." No. God,
no. My name is Monica, and no matter what Jonathan says, I am not submissive.

CD Reiss is a
USA Today and Amazon bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water,
which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but
in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up, she’s at the well,
hauling buckets. Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to
get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know,
that went nowhere, but it did embed TV story structure in her head well enough
for her to take a big risk on a TV series structured erotic series called Songs
of Submission. It’s about a kinky billionaire hung up on his ex-wife, an
ingenue singer with a wisecracking mouth; art, music and sin in the city of Los
Angeles. Critics have dubbed the books “poetic,” “literary,” and “hauntingly
atmospheric,” which is flattering enough for her to put it in a bio, but
embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think she’s
some sort of braggart who’s too good to give the toilets a once-over every
couple of weeks or chop a cord of wood. If you meet her in person, you should
call her Christine.